Peakin - Dave B.

Out the gate

I look like cinnamon

With brown sugar

On coffee cake

This melanin

No preserves, no aftertaste

No massa hate it

Emancipated

Boy off the chain

Like that, aye

See we park and talk

We see the lights, we never mind

Proceed the spark

We Nike Nike, we Adidas

We Reebok

She seen about, got to know more

Don’t believe me now

Like that, say

Pull aside, park the car, crack the feel

Sun go down, finna dash, bout to dip

Need the cash, quick and fast, need to quit

It’s a vibe, just a vibe all it is

I’m peakin', I’m high-ed up on my

Mama, you something else

Got me peakin', I’m high-ed up baby

I don’t know what this is

I’m peakin', I’m high-ed up on my

Mama, you something else

Got me peakin', I’m high-ed up baby

I don’t know what this is

Right now I’m full lit

You foolish, this choclate

My soul cleanse

My bro get it, these hoes with it

It’s moist too

Guess I’d appropriate

If I had a choice to

Like that, aye

Bitch, I’m Little Walter

With a bigger bark off hella Hen'

And a bit of vodka

I did a song, might spit it wrong

And still Milly Rocking

That’s CPR, that’s olive oil

He really poppin'

Like that, say

Pull aside, park the car, crack the feel

Sun go down, finna dash, bout to dip

Need the cash, quick and fast, need to quit

It’s a vibe, just a vibe all it is

I’m peakin', I’m high-ed up on my

Mama, you something else

Got me peakin', I’m high-ed up baby

I don’t know what this is

I’m peakin', I’m high-ed up on my

Mama, you something else

Got me peakin', I’m high-ed up baby

I don’t know what this is